Two Hitmen: A Double Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Lawless Book 1) (103 page)

“I suppose that I do. But the safe assumption has to be that he does.”

Princess clung to Agostini’s chest the block and a half to home and around the corner into the garage. She was surprised to catch herself thinking of it as “home.”

Dino had wanted to hear every detail, but Agostini’s first concern was to get in touch with Barney. When he called, the little guy said, “Yvgeny was just on his way here about an hour ago—or at least, he said he was. I haven’t heard from him since he called to say that he was coming.”

Agostini advised him not to let Yvgeny into his building and not to see him at all, if he could possibly help it.

Princess had been listening. Since they got back to the apartment, she had kept pretty close to Agostini. “He’s a sweet little guy,” she said. “I would hate for anything to happen to him.”

Barney hadn’t struck Agostini as particularly “sweet,” but he didn’t feel like arguing the point. He was amazed at how Princess still managed pull surprises out of the bag.

Today, she had as much success in rescuing his project as he did. And he had headed a team of three armed and experienced men. She did it on her own, and with just a phone. He found himself thinking about ways they might continue to partner together.

He couldn’t really see it panning out, though. Top of her agenda was still getting her club back. There was no easy way he could hand it to her now. Not with the debts her Daddy had run up.

While Agostini owned it, she could run it. Now his investment fund looked like it might be secure, he could probably let her run it in any way she liked.
 

Her father’s debts themselves would have been bad enough—they were pretty stupid amounts—but the guys he owed? Right now, she was way better off with her father not owning Hotsteppa’s. If he did, Fat Tony and the others would be in there like sharks. They’d tear the place to ribbons just to liquidate the assets and get paid off.

No, there was no easy way to see himself and Princess as partners. Shame. She was a pretty useful team member for a brat. How was he going to bring it to the point of handing her back, though—that was the problem.

Any time, he could open the cage and let her out, but she wouldn’t be satisfied without getting ownership of the club back. Probably was a pity she didn’t use her fuck ticket last night, after all.

With a sigh, he remembered her creamy, soft ass. The gorgeous heat in her pussy flooded back to him along with the taste of her. God, that taste. His tongue was pressed between his lips. He couldn’t imagine himself ever getting back there now.

His cock had stiffened so long and so hard, his pants were stretched out in front of him. He turned to step out into the dark loggia.

Princess saw him alone in the loggia and went to join him.
 

“You do treat your hostages well,” she purred as she approached his silhouette. “Especially when it comes to saving, protecting, and rescuing.”
Look at the strong delta of his back. His ass is so fine. Maybe I really should cash in that “once and once only” ticket.

She was saying,
“
I’ll make those points on your
HostageAdvisor
review,” as she walked around to look in his face. “Five stars for food, dungeon and protection…” She saw the humongous tent pole in his pants.

She stared at him, her mouth agape.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Self-satisfied grin still perfectly intact, he said, “I was thinking of you. Obviously.”

“Yeah. Obviously,” she said. “Not one of the cover models you’ve got lined up for tonight or tomorrow. Not some of the girls from last night that you might have gone and consoled yourself with.”

She looked at him with contempt, although it did nothing to dislodge that arrogant grin of his. “No, you were thinking about your sweet little Princess,” she said, voice dripping in sarcasm. But when she did, his pants almost leaped at her, it beat so hard.

She blushed. “You really were thinking of me.” It twitched again. It was one huge cock, for certain. Just being in the room with it made her so wet her knees trembled.

Images and recollections flooded her. Memories of his hands, of the skill and precision of his nimble lips and his athletic tongue, the hard heat of his body.

Princess stood close in front of him and ran her cupped hand up the underside of the bulge. She quivered when she felt the weight of it. In a low voice, he said, “Dino, Callaghan, Calhoun, they’re all still out there behind me, right?”

She twinkled and licked her lips as she nodded.

“What about all the girls?”

“I sent them away on errands.” She ran her finger down the button fly of his beautiful fine cotton shirt. “They went to the corners of the city to do the master’s errands.”
 

“The men are still there, though.”

“Hasn’t stopped you before, I believe.”

His voice was low and thick, like sweet molasses. “Before, no. That’s always been with girls I don’t care about.”

His lips pressed forward as she stroked the length of his cock. “Aren’t I one of the girls you don’t care about?”

“No.” He held her waist. Pulled her closer. His eyes smoldered down at her.

“Tell me,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper, “how does the one-time-deal thing work?”

He blinked. “Well, it’s once, and that’s how it is.”

“But does that mean once per part?”

“What do you mean, ‘part’?”

“Does it mean you’ll never suck my tits again?” His eyes flashed, and his cock throbbed hard in her hand. “Never squeeze my ass?” It lengthened as she ran her hand down the trunk to the hilt of it.

She looked down the swelling ridges of his magnificent pecs and back up to his strong jaw and his mouth. Moistened her lips again.

“Will you never explore me again with your tongue?” She ran her palm over the bulb and it poked her hand. “Or will you only do it if we sixty-nine?”

The pulse jumped and strengthened, and it was ridiculously hot. Agostini slid his hand over her ass and began to squeeze. She leaned her cheek on his chest and looked up at him.

“See,” she breathed, “we already did that.” And she pulled gently down his length as the nails of the fingers of her other hand scraped down the front of his abs. She stopped at his belt.

Slipping her hand slowly down, along the whole length of him, she cupped and squeezed his balls. “Guess I should be paying close attention, if I only get to do this once, right?”

He drew his lips between his teeth.

“Do we get to kiss at each stage, or are we done with that now?” The heat between her legs was unbearable, and it was impossible for her to keep her pelvis still as she gripped his pulsing shaft. Agostini squeezed her ass again as she pressed closer to him.

“Do I only get to swallow your cock once?” She put her wet mouth to his chest, dampening his shirt as she spoke. “Or can I do it from a few different angles?”

Her swelling breasts were crushed against him. His breathing deepened. “See,” she said, “I’d love to stroke your cock now. Maybe lick it. I’m sure it tastes good.” She flicked her eyes up to his face, then back to the urging probe in his pants.

“I could slide my lips around it, slip it into my warm, wet mouth, along my waiting tongue. Suck along the thick, living shaft…” She stroked her fingers down her neck. “…and pop it into my throat. Let all my eager, wet muscles pull and squeeze on it until it bursts in my mouth, hot, sweet juice slathering my tongue.” Princess closed her eyes and sighed as she squeezed her breasts.

Then she looked back up at him. “But if I only get to do it once, then now would be a waste, wouldn’t it? With everybody here. Having to be still. And furtive.” She squeezed as she rubbed him a little harder. “We would have to hurry.” She panted as she licked her lips. “That can be nice for a thrill. An exciting dash, something on the side, in an alley or on a national monument.” She brushed her lips against his shirt then turned her head to rub her head against his chest, down his abs. She breathed on him as she straightened back up.

Then she pouted. “But it’s an awful choice if it’s the one-and-only, never-to-be-repeated, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it show.” She nuzzled her cheek against his stomach. “Don’t you agree?” She licked her ruby lips and then let them peel apart, slowly.

She pressed his cock, pushed it so it was up against his body. It hiked the fabric of his pants up and poked in front of his belt. The material was stretched tight. That must have been uncomfortable for him.

Peering around the side of his body, Princess observed that Dino, Callaghan and Calhoun were nowhere to be seen. They could be around in the sitting area, but there was no light on.

Where could they have all gone? A light came from the door of one of the guest bedrooms at the back. It was the one that Dino had used the night before, so she hadn’t seen inside it.

Looking back into Agostini’s face, she saw his neck was red and thickened. The firm, straight muscle from below his ear to his collarbone was tense. A vein twitched on his temple. As she felt the hard heat of him in her hand, his eyebrows moved closer together and pushed up an awesomely lovely ridge between them.

Her knees trembled. Desperately, she wanted to drag down the zipper of his pants, reach into the front of his silky boxers and free his throbbing cock. Pull out the hot, twitching bulb and rub it between her breasts.

The feeling of his hard rod between her soft, warm mounds was so unbearably near. Breath came quick and shallow.

There was no privacy here and yet, tantalizingly, there was no one to see them. They were in full view of the whole city. All of Manhattan could watch them, if they had telescopes and night vision. But they were in darkness and invisible.

She opened the top two buttons on the front of her dress. He should be truly grateful that she used his money in that mall to find this lovely flower-embroidered, semi-sheer bra with a clasp at the front.

In her hardened nipples, a zinging ache rose and fell with a slow, urgent rhythm.
 

A groan raked in his chest as he looked at her quivering breasts. As she popped the clasp, his eyes flashed and he licked his lips. His strong, beautiful hands reached for her as she let the cups drop away.

With the backs of her fingers, Princess batted his hands away. “Ah!” Her whisper was insistent. “Done that.” She tilted her head. “Did you forget already?” And she pressed her lips together. “I’d have to work hard…” She squeezed him. “…to keep anything in your mind.”

The bulge in Agostini’s pants fell to beat on her dress. She allowed herself just the start of a grin as she peered up at him and pushed and squeezed her tits toward him. Giving them a jiggle, she relished the ripple of her milky flesh.

Slowly, deliberately, she descended, relishing the pressure of her bare flesh against him as she slid downward to her knees.
 

The relief, like scratching an itch, when she scraped the exposed skin of her breasts against the firm fabric of his pants, made a moan rise from deep in her core. Though she stifled it by holding her lips together, the vibration inside her still thrilled her and made her press harder.

Princess laid her face against his shirt as she pressed her billowing breasts either side of the pole in his pants. Reaching around with her fingers, she traced the heavenly outline of his ass.

Agostini’s cheeks clenched and she wanted to squeeze them, but instead, she said into his stomach, “Uh-uh. Not this time.” And she fluttered her fingertips over the outline before she brought them back.

Leaning against him, pressing her soft, generous mounds against the edges of his hips, drew a sigh of satisfaction from her throat. Partial satisfaction. His hips began to move, shoving his cock hard into her cleavage.

He flinched as she pinched the inside of his thigh. “I have the idea that we’re doing this part my way.” Princess raised her eyes but her face tilted only a little. Little enough that as she spoke, her warm breath beat on his stomach, just above his belt.
 

The thrusting pressure within his pants jutted against her throat. She pressed forward so he felt her low voice in her chest as she said, “If there’s anything left for a further one-time-only…” His eyes blazed as she went on. “…I hope we’ll do it your way.” Softly, she bit his stomach. “Very much your way.”

Gently, she raked her nails down the backs of his thighs, and a moan grated in his stomach as she rocked his cock between her breasts. As she pushed, her fingertips teased the crease at the bottom of his ass, the insides of his thighs, and she dragged her thumbnails down the fronts of his hips.

Parting her thighs, Princess longed to feel her fingers—or better still, his lips and tongue—on her delta, in between her folds, up around her stinging clit. But she resisted.

Determined to concentrate on driving her savage gangster wild and out of his mind with passion and desire, just as he had done to her, she pushed the thoughts of her own stimulation away as far as she could.

That only made her think of how it could feel to have his cock jammed between her lips, along her tongue and plunging into her throat. Of how he would taste and how the stretch would feel.

Sinking her teeth softly into his stomach again, she rolled harder and faster against him. The great muscles of his thighs began to tense and flex and his buttocks clenched.
 

She breathed, “I’m aching to swallow your cum. Is this the best time, though? For the only time?”

Just the recognition, the thought, was making her begin to come, but she stayed focused, concentrating on feeling the rising beat in his lengthening, stiffening cock.

She pulled her upper arms together and crushed him as tightly in her soft, sliding valley, wrapped around his unstoppable erection. It had shoved the fabric of his pants up at least two inches above the belt.

Inside, she felt a ring of pulse run from the base all the way up the shaft to the head. She judged her moment and dove her hands behind his belt. Quickly she found him.
 

A flash like lightning went off inside her and it took all of her concentration to swing him free and pop the top of him out so she could gobble him into her mouth and suck as he started to twitch and thrust and come, onto her tongue, into her throat. The top third of his fat pole filled her mouth and his hot, salty spurts slathered onto the back of her tongue and into her throat.